Time to start playing with form. This one is a ‘Pantoum’. When I hold myself up to your lightI feel carved out by envyBlind to the beauty in my circleTranslucent and magnetic as a moth I feel. Carved out by envyI was numb as a frozen forest but nowTranslucent and magnetic as a mothI feel …
Everything is beautiful Everything is, beautiful Everything is? Every thing is Even the ugly parts? Even the ugly parts Even blood and tears? Especially blood and tears Even evil? Well … Well what? I am trying to find a way to explain it when you get here But I am here No, you are not …
Look, I didn’t come here for a theological argumentI’m not sure I can have those anymore I am not convinced enough to defend truthsOr so convinced I do not see how they need defending I have no more interest in watching straw men punch straw menI’ve lost my taste for blood Arguments always strangle my …
They tell me you are already gonethat hope is for foolsSome people slip away no matter how hard you hold them By they, I mean methose other iterations of meI try to leave inside the mirror before I face the day It’s hard to see your eyesunder the brim of a hator behind shaggy locks …
On days when you cannot form a poemGo outside for a walk You will discover several poems already written Steal one of those and pin your name on it Nobody will know
Nothing reminds youHow beautiful people are–capital P People I mean– like a building they’ve just left All the life sucked out like atmosphere in spaceThe sounds gone silentlike the lonely terror of sudden deafness Memories still haunt the air like smoke trails from the last cigarette ground into the alley out back This place is nothing …
I cannot explain God Why I would believe in anything so ancient and abstractSo shrouded and veiledSo often plastered on the T-shirts of fanatics I cannot explain Her I cannot explain Him I cannot explain It It is not whether or not God makes sense to meillogicalIt is that God makes sense of everything else …
A bird sings I am three kilometres into a five kilometre run with my breath fast and heavy and my legs tingling from disuse A bird is singing There is sweat down my back and frontMy leather gloves are hot, catching sun in my handsMy hood is bouncing on my shoulders, bad hair be damned …
Here at the Value VillageOn a sale day you can tell yourself so many liesIf the discounts are deep enough you can even believe them Or most of them My belly doesn’t hang over the waisttoo farI have always been the kind of guy who could wear paisley – if I had any to wearI’ll just …
Spring is in her early daysLeaving secret notes in apple tree budsWaiting for me to unravel her riddle I was always told she wore only brownNot a pretty shade, but the musty, rotting carcass of a colourI have believed that lie for too long Everything you know about a person can be undoneby looking deep …